Closed The Known Unknown

Angie grew up hearing tales about Hogwarts from her mother. She still remembers painting rocks shiny with her mother to catch a niffler that was in someone's garden, all while listening to her spout the things she learned as a student at Hogwarts in their Magical Creatures class. It wasn't until they went to a woman's house to help with her Pygmy Puff obsession (she had 23) when Angie even started considering going to Hogwarts herself. She had gotten so sick from the dust and dander at the woman's house that she had contracted the flu! She wouldn't stop sneezing for 3 hours, and her sneezes only brought wildflowers popping out of nowhere. Her mother, of course, was thrilled, but Angie only wanted to stop sneezing.
Now, she looked out the window of the Hogwarts express, hoping she didn't look too out of place in her father's sweater that her mother had insisted she wear to make sure she didn't get sick again. She had also bought Angie some ginger to chew on the ride, but the piece Angie had bitten off was a little big, and she couldn't talk for fear that the ginger would fly out of her mouth. That was not something she wanted. She had gotten on the train early so she could choose a spot where she wouldn't disturb anyone, and so far, it had seemed to work.
Right as she was mentally celebrating her success, another girl tapped on the glass, pulled open the door, and asked if she could sit with her. She nodded, hoping the girl didn't want to talk....Angie really needed to figure out how to talk around the ginger in her mouth if she did!